Well, that was hard work

Honestly, it's fine. I enjoy banging my head against the wall. Repeatedly.

Been trying to arrange a cheeky bottle of Pinot with an old mate. She calls me this afternoon, when I was by then at home. "Fancy that drink? I've just come out of a 3 bottle lunch". Err, no ta. Let's look at the diary for next week. Be surprised if she remembers.